I can barely stand you
but your scent is still on my clothes
and it smells like a rotting garden
and I feel like a beaten dog
the toaster oven's empty
and the cord has been freshly cut
I think it became broken
when Simon took his bread out
I pushed him to the kitchen floor
the oh oh kitchen floor
kicked him till he breathed no more
the oh oh kitchen floor
that's okay the boy's a chore
I feel so warm and bubbly
there's a new day on the rise
and I believe in revolution
when I hear how the songbird sighs
but I am no war hero
Simon lent me his uniform
and became my drill sergeant
as he became newborn
he knelt down on his knobby knees
his oh oh knobby knees
cried out for salvation please
his oh oh knobby knees
Simon is no masterpiece
I can move like jell-o
then the motion and the music's right
and then some handsome fellow
can swallow me with one bite
but Simon will become jealous
of the happenings and what's going on
and he'll rocket me away to Paris
and we'll go flying until dawn
I kicked until he put me down
he oh oh put me down
give a yelp into the ground
he oh oh put me down
break my mouth don't make a sound